some Wordsworth haikus (& photos from a trip to Grasmere)

Under Wordsworth’s rapturous gaze

Grasmere transformed,

lost in a lyrical haze

 

streams of sublime visitations,

whispers of lakes, caves, valleys, skies,

all captured in clearest cadence

he also tells of a childhood dread

when at night this beauty turned to horror

as twisted mighty forms writhed, eluding words

 

Up the rocky path at Greenhead Ghyll

he told the story of Michael,

who waits silently for his son to come home

at times he wrote with a quill

and soon his dancing words

began to soar… 

he wandered, wondered,

at the cloudy mirage in the mere,

 His boat lolling gently by lakeside

 

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a few more photos…

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taken from the top of Wordsworth’s back garden at Dove Cottage
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“within the bounds of this huge concave; here should be my home, this valley be my world” – Wordsworth, Home at Grasmere
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grasmere caves
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the ACTUAL first page from Wordsworth’s first handwritten manuscript of the Prelude … an awe-inspiring moment to see it up close

One thought on “some Wordsworth haikus (& photos from a trip to Grasmere)

  1. Beautiful words for a beautiful location!
    Thanks for posting this, I had been having a bad day up till now but these have cheered me up, conjuring images of the nicer things in life. Cheers.

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